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...afternoon in January 1971 I was summoned to the interrogation room once again. The call was so unexpected that my heart was pounding with excitement as I followed the guard. At the door of the interrogation room, the guard suddenly gave me a hard shove. Five more guards crowded around me, shouting abuse at me. ''You are the running dog of the imperialists,'' said one. ''You are a dirty exploiter of workers and peasants,'' shouted another. ''You are a counterrevolutionary,'' yelled a third. To show their impatience, they pushed me from one guard to another like a ball...
Late that night, a voice at the door said, ''Come over!'' It was one of the older guards, who had always been humane. ''Why aren't you eating your meals?'' she asked me. ''I don't know how to eat without using my hands,'' I said. ''Think hard. There is a way. You have a spoon.'' The next morning, when the guard called the prisoners to get up, I felt something sticky and wet on my hands. Turning to the quilt, I saw stains of blood mixed with pus. The handcuffs had already broken my skin and were cutting into...
...holding them gingerly by the chain with just two fingers. ''Don't think we are finished with you!'' the man said. ''There are other ways to bring you to your senses.'' The female guard gave my prostrate body a hard kick as they left the cell and locked the door behind them. Slowly I brought my left arm forward and looked at my hand. It was horrible to contemplate. Both hands were swollen to enormous size. The swelling extended to my elbows. Around my wrists where the handcuffs had cut into my flesh, blood and pus continue to ooze...
...daughter not long after I was arrested. She had probably died. That was why the clothes had hardly been worn. Perhaps her death had happened rather suddenly and unexpectedly, so that she did not have time to wash the mug she had used for tea. I rushed to the door, hoping to find out the truth. ''These things you have just given to me -- they are my daughter's clothes and quilt,'' I said. ''Yes,'' answered the guard. ''What's happened to my daughter?'' ''Nothing has happened to her.'' ''Do you mean to tell me that you know...
...play? Your only way out is to bow your head in submission. Otherwise you will suffer.'' She shook her fist in front of my nose and spat on the floor. Another young man used a stick to smash the mirror hanging over the blackwood chest facing the front door. He tore the mirror's carved frame off its hook and hurled it against the banister. On the hook, he hung a small blackboard with a quotation from Mao: ''When the enemies with guns are annihilated, the enemies without guns still remain.'' The Red Guards read the quotation aloud...